Chapter 413: Three Girls Serve One Husband

Li Luo's Gao Er New Year's Eve party came to an end shortly after the song "The Sun" finished.

The final performance was the affiliated high school choir taking the stage, singing the school anthem with all teachers and students.

Amid a cheerful atmosphere, the New Year's Eve party officially ended.

Members of the student council helped the PE teacher orderly guide students out, returning chairs to the classrooms.

By the time school dismissed, it was already past nine at night.

Ying Chanxi returned home exhausted, didn't even take off her shoes, and collapsed straight onto the sofa.

For the two-hour bonfire party, Ying Chanxi spent nearly the entire time backstage coordinating performances, ensuring no mistakes occurred.

During the day, she patrolled everywhere, handling various emergencies.

Honestly, it was quite a good workout.

Seeing how tired she was, Li Luo changed into slippers, knelt beside the sofa, and said while removing her shoes, "Don't move, I'm taking off your shoes."

"Mmm…" Ying Chanxi obediently stretched her legs out, letting Li Luo take off her shoes.

As her white-socked feet slipped free from the shoes, Ying Chanxi let out a soft sigh of relief, wiggling and stretching her toes.

Li Luo placed Ying Chanxi's shoes by the door, then handed her pink slippers to the side of the sofa, glancing twice at her white socks before unable to resist reaching out again.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Ying Chanxi felt one foot suddenly exposed to the cool air and turned around in surprise to see Li Luo pulling off her sock, "It's dirty!"

"Go soak your feet tonight," Li Luo casually pinned her other leg down and peeled off the second white sock, then said, "You walked so much today—soak your feet to relax."

"Li Luo," Yan Zhusheng leaned over, sat beside him on the sofa, and extended her own feet, "I want to soak my feet too."

"Me too! Me too!" Xu Youyu giggled over, lifted Ying Chanxi off the sofa to make room, and sat down beside her.

Xu Youyu extended her feet, placing them beside Yan Zhusheng's.

Watching their feet pressed together, Li Luo fell silent, his mind suddenly flashing back to certain images.

"Stop wiggling," Li Luo walked to the two girls, grabbed one restless foot at random, and yanked off the sock.

Ying Chanxi watched the two feet on either side of her, stretched diagonally and crossed before her, each sock peeled off one by one by Li Luo, and subtly puffed out her cheeks.

After Li Luo finished removing their socks, Ying Chanxi slipped on her slippers, padded off to her bedroom, and returned with Pikachu and Doraemon clutched in her arms.

Before sitting back on the sofa, she secretly punched them both—bang, bang—then took her place in the center.

Meanwhile, Li Luo had gone into the bathroom, tossed all three pairs of socks into the laundry basket, retrieved their usual basins, and began filling them with hot water.

Once one basin was filled, he carried it out and placed it before Yan Zhusheng, then the second before Ying Chanxi, and the third before Xu Youyu.

Then Li Luo moved the coffee table aside, pulled up a small stool, sat before the three girls, filled his own basin with cold water, and said, "Test the temperature—if it's too hot, tell me, I'll add cold water."

The three girls' feet, each unique, swayed before Li Luo, lightly touching the hot water's surface.

"Mmm…" Ying Chanxi frowned slightly and whispered, "It's too hot."

Li Luo added cold water to all three basins; Yan Zhusheng received the least, immediately submerging her feet fully.

Li Luo dipped his hand into her basin and felt the heat was almost unbearable, yet Yan Zhusheng looked perfectly comfortable.

Xu Youyu added more cold water, then quickly submerged her feet, sinking in with a blissful expression.

Only Ying Chanxi's delicate feet couldn't tolerate high heat; Li Luo added plenty of cold water before she could finally dip her toes in.

Looking at the three basins of feet and the bare, pale lower legs revealed as the girls rolled up their pants, Li Luo pressed his lips together.

This scene truly had a certain alluring charm.

But after looking them over, Ying Chanxi's feet were still the most beautiful.

Yan Zhusheng's feet were relatively large among girls, but due to her slim frame, they appeared long and slender, not visually large.

Still, like her hands, they carried a certain bony elegance.

Xu Youyu was the opposite—her feet were plump, yet not fat, just perfectly rounded.

But compared to Ying Chanxi's feet, both of theirs paled in comparison.

Ying Chanxi's feet were truly adorable—tiny, neither Yan Zhusheng's cool white nor Xu Youyu's pinkish white, but a soft, milky white like a boiled egg after peeling the shell.

Paired with her petite frame and glossy toes, they were a supreme treasure.

Especially after soaking in hot water, the milky white subtly flushed with a delicate pink, adding even more beauty.

But this was only because they were compared to Ying Chanxi.

Taken on their own, both girls' feet were undeniably lovely.

Li Luo sat on the small stool, using the excuse of washing their feet to touch, pinch, and carefully play with each one.

Sitting on the sofa, Ying Chanxi blushed furiously whenever Li Luo touched her feet, feeling Yan Zhusheng and Xu Youyu watching, and grew embarrassed.

But when Li Luo turned to play with Yan Zhusheng and Xu Youyu's feet, Ying Chanxi grew slightly unhappy.

When Li Luo massaged Xu Youyu's feet, Ying Chanxi secretly pinched Doraemon.

When Li Luo squeezed Yan Zhusheng's feet, Ying Chanxi quietly punched Pikachu.

Midway, Pikachu shifted position after being punched; when Ying Chanxi swung again, her fist sailed over Pikachu's head.

The next moment, Yan Zhusheng turned, puzzled: "Xixi, what's wrong? You just bumped me."

"Uh… this…," Ying Chanxi lowered her head awkwardly, wiggling her feet in the basin, whispering, "My elbow slipped and accidentally hit you—no big deal."

"Oh," Yan Zhusheng didn't suspect anything, simply picked up Pikachu between them and asked Ying Chanxi, "This toy looks old—should I get you a new one for the New Year?"

"No no," Ying Chanxi hugged Pikachu tighter, whispering, "I really like it."

"My Doraemon's old too," Xu Youyu hugged Doraemon, then glanced at Pikachu beside her, "But not as worn as Pikachu."

"She sleeps with it every night—probably rubbed off all the fur," Li Luo finished massaging Yan Zhusheng's feet, returned to Ying Chanxi's, and teased.

Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed, mumbling something under her breath, her gaze clearly guilty.

The other three didn't notice Ying Chanxi's odd behavior; Li Luo carefully washed their feet, adding calf massages.

Only when the water cooled completely did Li Luo pick up the Mao Jin and dry each girl's feet thoroughly.

What Li Luo hadn't expected was.

When Ying Chanxi and the other two carried away the basins and poured out the hot water, Li Luo collapsed onto the sofa to rest.

Not long after, Yan Zhusheng walked over with a basin of hot water and placed it beside Li Luo's feet.

Then Xu Youyu stepped behind the sofa, grinning, and placed both hands on Li Luo's shoulders, pulling out her signature skill to give him a massage.

Ying Chanxi sat on the small stool Li Luo had just vacated, holding a jug of cool water in her hands.

At this point, Yan Zhusheng came to Li Luo's side and without a word, pulled off his socks.

Li Luo stared at the scene before him, utterly bewildered, feeling it was somehow unreal.

Only when Ying Chanxi gently rolled up his pant leg and lightly dipped one of his feet into the water, asking softly how the temperature felt, did Li Luo finally snap back to reality.

"You're all…"

"You just gave us foot baths, so now we're giving you one," Xu Youyu said cheerfully from behind the sofa. "Just sit still."

"So, is the water too hot?" Ying Chanxi looked up at Li Luo, blinking. "Should I add some cool water?"

"Add a little—it's a bit too hot."

"How about now?" Ying Chanxi added some cool water and had him test the temperature again.

"Mmm…" Li Luo felt it was just right, slipped both feet into the hot water, and immediately closed his eyes in comfort. After a moment, he felt his entire body soften.

At this moment, Yan Zhusheng went into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of washed grapes.

Li Luo sat on the sofa while Xu Youyu massaged his shoulders, neck, and head; Ying Chanxi washed and kneaded his feet; and Yan Zhusheng sat beside him, picking up a grape and slipping it into Li Luo's mouth.

After Li Luo finished eating, she caught the grape peel he spat out and tossed it into the trash.

This divine treatment made Li Luo feel momentarily light-headed.

Only after the foot bath ended, when Ying Chanxi dried his feet and carried the basin away to pour it out, did Li Luo look at her back, then at Yan Zhusheng tidying the dishes and taking them to the kitchen, and finally at Xu Youyu still massaging his back—and he felt as if he were dreaming.

"Happy?" Xu Youyu leaned close to his ear and whispered with a smile. "I was the one who suggested this foot bath. Aren't you going to thank me?"

"How did you even convince them?"

"I didn't have to convince them," Xu Youyu winked, grinning slyly. "I just said I wanted to give you a foot bath to thank you, and they both rushed to do it."

Li Luo: "..."

"Alright," Xu Youyu chuckled, patting Li Luo's shoulder. "Service complete. I'm going back to write. Don't forget about 'Little Joy' going live tonight."

"Yeah, I know."

…

The wonderful night passed quickly.

As the final moments of December 31st slipped away, the New Year's Day of 2016 arrived.

It had been exactly one and a half years since Li Luo's rebirth.

'Little Joy' officially went live at 160,000 words, accompanied by a splash screen promotion and launch event on the Qidian app.

But since he didn't care much about subscription numbers, Li Luo wasn't particularly concerned about 'Little Joy's' launch performance.

After all, the entire novel had already been written; now he simply uploaded two chapters daily on schedule, and it would likely conclude by April or May.

On the morning of New Year's Day, Li Luo was dragged out of bed by Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi, washed up, and taken downstairs for a morning run.

After breakfast, when they returned home, Ying Chanxi had already set up the camera in the living room and pulled Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng over to film the MV.

"The morning sun is especially bright today," Ying Chanxi pointed to the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window, then to the desk where they usually did homework. "Zhusheng, put on your school uniform and sit over there. Li Luo, bring over a few books."

Though he still felt slightly reluctant, since he'd promised, Ying Chanxi seriously began thinking about how to film the MV for 'The Sun' to make it look good.

Yan Zhusheng went back to her room and obediently changed into her school uniform.

Li Luo brought over several books and placed them on the desk for show.

Ying Chanxi pulled Yan Zhusheng to the seat by the window closest to the glass and placed a book in front of her.

"Zhusheng, just pretend you're reading—flip through the pages in front of the camera," Ying Chanxi said, already standing behind the camera and gesturing to Yan Zhusheng.

Yan Zhusheng faced the lens, opened the book, sat up straight, and unconsciously glanced toward the camera twice.

Seeing this, Ying Chanxi immediately stopped recording and laughed. "Zhusheng, don't look at the camera. And relax your posture—don't sit so stiffly. You're too tense."

Then she walked over to the desk and demonstrated the proper posture and poise to Yan Zhusheng.

Yan Zhusheng watched carefully, nodded obediently, and understood.

During the second take, the girl sat by the desk, morning sunlight slanting through the window onto the book and onto one side of her face.

The natural lighting looked stunning.

When it fell upon Yan Zhusheng's exquisitely sculpted face, it became utterly breathtaking.

Perhaps because she was so beautiful, Ying Chanxi had Yan Zhusheng try many poses and angles, recording plenty of footage.

After filming ended, Ying Chanxi said: "Many of the shots I want to capture really need to be filmed in warmer weather, when we're wearing short sleeves."

"This song has a clear emotional progression—the first half of the verses is relatively gloomy and dim."

"But when the chorus comes, it suddenly brightens."

"So I want to create an effect where the first half has a dark tone, and the moment the line 'I just want to be your sun' appears, the color instantly brightens."

"Like a tiny sun truly appears, illuminating someone's dark life."

Listening to Ying Chanxi's idea, Yan Zhusheng nodded eagerly: "I'll follow your lead, but…"

"But what?" Ying Chanxi asked, puzzled.

"Is there no scene for Li Luo today?" Yan Zhusheng pointed at Li Luo, curious.

"This…" Ying Chanxi hadn't expected such a direct question and blushed slightly. "Today's just simple footage—we'll definitely have scenes with both of you once the weather warms up."

"Oh," Yan Zhusheng nodded, showing no urgency to film it now.

Seeing this, Ying Chanxi sighed in relief.

"So, is my part done?" Yan Zhusheng asked.

"Mm-hmm. We've shot enough for 'The Sun' today—mainly because the morning light was so good, I just pulled you in to get some footage."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded in understanding, then walked toward the piano room. "I'll go practice first."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Ying Chanxi walked Yan Zhusheng all the way to the piano room, gently closed the door for her, then turned around, looking at Li Luo with quiet anticipation, lowering her head shyly and whispering in a flustered tone, "Many of the scenes in 'Empty Heart' are perfect for winter shooting... that..."

"Then let's go." Li Luo walked up to Ying Chanxi, smiling as he ruffled her hair. "It's New Year's Day, we're off work, nothing else to do—let's go shoot together."

"Mm... I, I'll go pack up..."

"Wait." Li Luo saw her running toward the bedroom and pulled her straight into his arms, leaning close to her ear to whisper, "Are there any kissing scenes today?"

"Mmm..." Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed crimson at the question. She stammered helplessly in his arms. "Y-You shouldn't ask..."

"As the lead actor, isn't it normal for me to ask about my scenes, Director Ying?"

"T-Then... that..." Ying Chanxi's voice grew fainter until it was barely a whisper, like a mosquito's hum. "Th-There probably are..."